Everyone’s in an uproar because Mother Jones reporter Mac McClelland staged her own rape. The short version is, having covered many accounts of sexual assault around the globe, McClelland found herself experiencing PTSD via transferrance. When conventional therapy didn’t help, in an attempt to alleviate it herself she staged her own rape. Big deal, right? […]
Apparently nothing is sacred. For years I’ve read how women and children are sold into slavery, are forced into or turn to prostitution to feed themselves, particularly in poorer countries. I don’t doubt that’s true at all. In fact, I wrote a novella recently about a shrouded caveat in the industry. Needless to say it’s […]
I’ve often described my life like driving in Ireland: I wind along on narrow paths patiently following goats and diligently idling through random weather patterns. Then when I hit clear, straight road, I gun it. I fly like a crazy person, knocking out tasks, word counts, chores, plots. I’ve wondered if I’m bipolar, though I generally […]
Sometimes I actually slow down and look at things. Not often, but sometimes. Lately when I’ve done that I don’t like what I see. Since A’s death I’ve been in this mode of going nonstop, yet hiding in a way. Like I’ve said–I haven’t really gone out like I used to. Well, I mean, I […]
You know that kind of blind artistic fury wherein you feel your cells burning off lightspeed, you have to piss but you don’t want to stop writing, and, well, sleep? What’s that? The last couple of months have been that way for me. I’ve cranked out at least five short to novella pieces. Most of […]
Not terribly long ago, I was discussing someone’s behaviour with a friend in a very matter-of-fact narration, and the friend emphatically replied, “Well, she’s just stupid!” The words were a caustic insult. I was shocked. When I was growing up there were two s-words: “shutup” and “stupid.” I wasn’t allowed to say either, because both […]
A friend recently told me she was upset about a recent breakup, not because it was the wrong thing to do or because she felt shafted, but because the person was someone to whom in the heat of passion she could speak her monsters. Her fear around the breakup was that she would never meet […]
I haven’t really said much about life lately, just comments around its extraneous details. Things are good. I’m still not going out much, which compared to my Other Life (that would be BA–Before A died), means I’m almost dead. Going from a swinging lifestyle, and I do mean literally, to a more or less celibate […]
I’ve made a mistake that I didn’t realize I was making until it was too late. I suppose that makes it a true mistake rather than fool judgment. I generally am not a conspiracy theorist, not because I think it’s based on untruths, but because I think a lot of it isn’t. So I just […]
I’ve committed to a major rewrite of my novel. It’s actually a singular detail related to date/time, but will vastly open up the relatability of the story, as well as the market. It will also take a lot of pressure off me, regarding feeling that it has to be under contract at a specific date […]